Mille didn't know what to expect when she headed up those stairs. She certainly didn't expect what she saw.
Her skin paled as she surveyed the carnage before her. Bits of skull and brain matter still stained the walls. Blood was everywhere. Isa's sightless eyes stared endlessly, right into Mille's soul. The whole room smelled of gore and death.
It took considerable resolve to fight back the nausea and lightheadedness, but somehow the young magus managed. For a long while, she just stood there, silent and staring. Even Ruby had nothing to say. But eventually, as Lancer quietly swore in the background, she walked closer to examine the corpses. Her body's reaction worsened, but through sheer resolve she kept herself from vomiting or falling unconscious. There wasn't much more that the blood spatter could tell her for the moment, not by itself.
She turned her attention to the damage in the wall, not willing to examine the dead much longer. There was a noticeably human shaped hole in the wall. Careful not to disturb anything, she looked through the opening. A series of similarly shaped holes went on for quite a considerable stretch. She could see the night sky.
Mille turned back to Lancer. "I think we can track the killer if we go through here. I'm going to go investigate."
Without waiting for an answer, Mille pushed forward through the holes, her body small enough to walk through them unimpeded.
***
At last... With some relief, Tom released the auburn haired man from his grasp. Holding him up was no longer necessary, as he was rather firmly pinned to the wall. To the psychic's shock, his adversary was no longer dead, merely unconscious.
We cannot let him touch the ground. If we do, this could happen all over again. Tom shifted his gaze over to his kneeling ally. He was plainly injured.
He was quite useful, so it may be in my best interests to restore him to health. Tom slowly walked over to the redhead, doing his best to try not to startle him. He kneeled down so he was on the same level.
I am certain that you are rather wary of my approach. Tom said. There was no gentleness in his voice, just a frank firmness.
Shirou, is it? Do not be alarmed, I am merely here to heal your wounds. But I must have physical contact to do so properly. Hold still. He placed a three fingered paw on his patient's chest and began to focus. Wounds began to heal, cuts closed up in an instant, bruises vanished into nothing. It would do nothing for Shirou's exhaustion, but at the very least, most if not all of his injuries were gone.
Tom stepped away from Shirou rather quickly, not fond of being so close to someone he knew so little of. By the time he had stood up again, he caught a glimpse of a very familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
The psychic's features softened considerably as he turned to face his beloved.
Forest, you're-Then his mind registered what she was seeing. The hint of a smile that had been developing vanished, his eyes took on a sad cast, the tail that had been wagging back and forth ceased it's movements and drooped a bit.
His features became serious again.
This is the intruder, Tom said, gesturing to the pinned fae, now addressing everyone in the room.
We cannot let him touch the ground. If we do, he will regenerate, and fast. He was actually dead a moment ago until I was forced to drop him to prevent myself from being skewered. For now at least, he is disabled. He stepped a bit closer to her, but not completely, not as close as he would have liked. She likely still needed to adjust to his appearance.
What do you wish to have done with him? If we keep him prisoner, he will have to be suspended off the ground at all times. 
